Recently, there have been fewer new poems because I have been more concerned with colors and melodies, even if they were mostly not my own. But here are a few new lyrical reflections.
Weeping Angels
The true terror of the weeping graveyard angels
Lies in the fact that they take away our living present
In order to imprison us in their past.
It’s all about grief.
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Cemetery Talks
I was invited to enter a foreign cemetery
So that I could see all the dead graves.
I declined, because I am of life
And discussions about the dead
Do not suit my nature.
For I am not a draugr.
I have never understood
How life can be divided,
Be it in age or relevance,
Though we are interwoven fabrics,
Rooted like trees,
Reaching for the sky, maybe heaven,
As long as the sun of life warms us.
That’s why dead stones are not my matter,
Even if well-formed in writing and shape:
They lack life and meaning.
My God is not the god of the dead,
But of the living,
For to him are all alive.
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Playing
We are confined within the narrow bounds
Which do determine our little play
And our strings remain restrained
Like our earthly strength –
And yet in certain seconds, so I know,
Does much a harmony arise just for
Some fleeting moments – which gives us insight.
And so we sense that there are even greater things
Than that, what narrow-minded wits
Would like to compel us in circled thoughts.
A sound in harmony reveals much more
Than what we can solely comprehend.
For there is difference in between
The inner form that is belived and felt
And that which is completely drained
In sets of rules, especially those ones
That are more idle ideology
Than an expression for a senseful truth.
Then, when we play, we truly have humanity:
And these brief moments when all bounds
Between the here and there become erased,
Are just a prelude to eternity.
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Daybreak
I wish for a daybreak that would be blessed
with resurrection from all this suffering
that unnecessarily occurs in a world
which was made for better.
I wish for a gentle sun that
not only rises on the unrighteous, but
also shines on those who are pure of heart
and let good works blossom.
It overburdens people when you shift
all the blame and responsibility onto them
because they don’t have enough faith.
If your blessing were more powerful,
or at least if evil were less omnipresent,
then creation would not be lost.
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